Title: A Chance On Happiness
Disclaimer: I own NCIS... Yeah right, would be nice if I could put that above my stories, don't you think?
Spoilers: Not really, not episode based.
Summary: A witness to a murder, brings a unsuspected secret to the surface.
Warnings: I would say none, unless you can not handle not graphic mention murder.
A/N: I have never written an fanfic with as much conversation as this one, did the best I can. Hope you enjoy!
The elevator dinged. As it was a quiet afternoon, Tony had nothing better to do than look up. Out of the opening elevator doors a woman, no a girl stepped. She was dressed in a military uniform, but it was definitely not a American uniform. Wondering his eyes followed her as she walked. She wore a visitor badge, but was without a escort, which captured his interest even more. She shortly looked at him, and he smiled sheepishly; she curtly nodded. When she reached the stairs behind him, she started to climb it; she clearly knew were she was going, but that did not explain why she was walking around in the building without an escort. He turned his chair to see if his suspicions were right, and saw they were. The girl entered the office of director Vance.
"DiNozzo! Surely you have something better to do that staring?"
"Yes, boss."
"Then, do it!" Gibbs responded irritated. That they had nothing to do did not please him. He was not a big fan of paperwork himself and days like this forced him to do that unpleasant task. He looked around. McGee had a day off and Ziva was down with Abby, as she had long finished her reports. He could not blame DiNozzo for finding staring at visitors more interesting than work. He sat down behind his desk and began his own paperwork, but he did not have to wait long for an distraction. His phone ran, the screen showing 'Vance'.
In favor of picking up, he ignored the phone and walked up to the Director's office.
The secretary waved at the door as he entered, although he would not have stopped if she had not.
Inside he found the girl that had captured DiNozzo's attention and Leon Vance.
"Couldn't you just pick up that damn phone of yours?"
"Nope."
"Alright, Special Agent Gibbs, this is Leia Revers; Dutch army."
Neither one of the people introduced spoke up, a mere glance was shared, before both turned their attention back to Vance.
"Leia, please tell Agent Gibbs why you are here."
"I witnessed a murder of an Marine, and now his murderers are coming after me." Her voice was soft, but surprisingly cold at the same time. She had a slight accent somewhat familiar, and for what he knew the accent was definitely not Dutch, but beside that her English was good.
"Which murder?"
"The one committed this morning, 0700." Gibbs turned his attention from the girl to Vance. His glare was enough to get the desired answer.
"It has not yet been called in. Leia had a good reason not to come earlier." Throwing a nearly lethal glare a the girl, Gibbs spoke up.
"What reason might that be?"
"The murderers saw me, I left. I am a decent fighter, but against a gun and two knifes, unarmed, I do not take the risk. I lost them, took a detour back to where I came from, tried to get to a police station or something, then I saw those guys again. When one of them saw me too, and he sent the men that were with him after me. Again, I was unarmed and the street was busy, I did not risk a fight and lost them again. This time I managed to get back to base unseen and now I am here." The face of the girl showed not a single emotion.
"What are you doing in the US?" Gibbs asked
"Training." He nodded.
"Agent Gibbs, I take you will sent a team over to the crime scene and write up an witness report." Vance handed him a piece of paper with an street name on it and Gibbs nodded in return. "Also you will be in charge of the protection detail on miss Revers here."
"What? Is that really necessary? I mean, I can take care of myself, I do not need some agent guarding me."
"Yes, you do." Vance told her. "You are on American soil, you can carry no weapons, and like you said yourself: you are a decent fighter, but you can not protect yourself against armed men, while being unarmed yourself."
The director got an annoyed sigh in return.
"Fine."
"Gibbs?" Also this time all the response the Director got was a nod from both the girl and his Agent.
Gibbs waved the girl over and she followed him out of the office.
"Sit, stay." Was all Gibbs said to the girl, when he brought her over to the interrogation room.
After taking Leia to interrogation he went back up and told the two agents over there to grab their gear.
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"How old is she?" Ziva questioned, while she and Tony stood in the dark observation room.
"Maybe sixteen; no more than twenty, not sure."
"How can you be unsure of a woman's age?" Ziva laughed.
"She is a girl, not a woman." Tony snorted back. "Did you notice she speaks better English than you do?"
"Do you think you could describe the men you saw to a sketch artist?" Gibbs concluded his interview, on the other side of the glass.
"I can do better, if you give me a pencil and some paper, I will draw them for you myself."
"Take her to Abby, she will have paper and a pencil for her. Tell Abby to bring her up later, so she can work at McGee's desk." Gibbs told Tony and Ziva, as he peeked around the door.
"And get to work yourselves!"
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"Hey Abs, what did you find?"
"The weapon used to kill corporal Jamie Andrews." Abby said, smiling brightly. "Those bad guys used a weapon that has also been present at a robbery 5 months ago. Not the used weapon at the time just a 'witness'. It got in the system"
"Well, who does it belong to?"
"Some stupid, low-level drug dealer, trying to get into the higher ranks of an small gang."
"Name, Abby?"
"Kid Miller. Who would name their child Kid anyway?" Gibbs planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Good work, Abs."
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Back up in the squad room, the good work ended. Kid Miller was nowhere to be found.
"You tell him!" Tony hissed.
"No, you must tell him. I am still following a lead."
"Liar." Ziva looked up, irritated. She shook the phone she was holding to her ear, while she waited to speak to an actual person.
"There he comes, you have to tell him." Tony said one last time, just as Gibbs walked into the room.
"And?" He looked at both his agents.
Ziva shook her head, just as at the other end of the phone someone finally picked up.
"No luck, boss. The Kid does not want to be found." Tony answered redundantly, as Ziva was unable to do so.
"So? Keep searching!" He said before he turned to the girl a the desk of the absent Agent.
"Show me." Leia looked up.
"Right, these are the two man carrying knives. The man with the gun, I am currently working on. Will take a while." Leia handed over the two finished drawings. Tony walked over to watch her work.
"Nice."
"Thanks."
"Where did you learn to draw like that?"
"I was always good at drawing." Leia smiled.
"DiNozzo, shouldn't you focus on catching the guys that are after miss Revers?"
"Right, boss."
"Finish those drawing."
"Yes, sir."
"Don't call me 'sir'."
"Alright. Gibbs?"
"Better."
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/Figured out how old she is?/
/Ask her!/
/No, you should ask her./
/Why not do it yourself. You want to know./
"Oh come on. Why don't you two just ask what you want to ask?"
Both Agents looked at Leia how was still sitting at McGee's desk. Seeing their faces the girl snickered.
"Like I did not notice you guys are sending each other emails. As I am the only other person in this room, I assume they are about me. So what is it about?"
"We were just wondering." Tony said, as he moved to stand in front of McGee's desk.
"About your age, actually." Leia looked up to Tony's face.
"Right. Before I tell you that... You will have to tell me your name, as I still don't know either of your names."
"I am Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, and that" He pointed at were Ziva was seated.
"Is my Very Special colleague Ziva David."
"Daveed?" Leia shortly glanced over Tony's shoulder, slight surprise crossing her features. Then shrug her shoulders.
"I am eighteen."
"Then I was right!" Tony said, turning to look at Ziva.
"Actually, you said 'sixteen, no more than twenty'. "
"Oh, come on. It is in the middle."
"Now can I ask a question?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Ziva, how did you end up a NCIS? Your name is not American. You clearly have an accent. You are not an American, and still you are a NCIS-agent."
"I was Israeli. I used to work for Mossad, as a liaison officer here at NCIS. Last year I became a American citizen and a sworn NCIS-agent."
"They must not have liked that, back in Israel." Leia said.
"No, they did not." Quiet.
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When Leia finished her drawing of the man holding the gun, if became clear why they had not been able to find him. The picture in his file showed nearly not resemblance to the guy that killed today. His shoulder long hair had been shaven off, his lips pierced and several tattoos marked his head and neck.
"Well, at least we now know he had climbed the ranks of that gang. Pretty soon, by the look of these tattoos. What color did you say his eyes were?" Tony turned his attention from the drawing to the person who made it.
"Bright red. I would say he wore contacts. "
With the new picture, finding Kid Miller was nearly a joke. Only 25 minutes after sending out the drawing in addition to the old photograph one Kid Miller was led into the interrogation room. Although his eyes were no longer red, it was clear they had the right guy.
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"I heard they catch him?" Leia said.
"Yes, I am now processing his things." Abby answered. Leia smiled slightly.
"I came to return your pencil. No paper left, sorry."
"Oh, you did not have to do that. I would have come to get it myself." She took the pencil Leia handed her.
"Hey, Abby? I am sure you know everyone around here. Probably very good, don't you?"
"Oh, yes. Of course I do. Why?"
"Is Gibbs always so strict and stoic?"
"Oh, no no no. Well, he is to most. But not to me." Abby smiled proudly.
"I am sure he has a good reason for that, you are incredibly nice." Leia said with a sweet smile.
"And Tony? Does he really know every movie by head?"
"Oh, definitely. He lives on movie reverences!" Abby clearly enjoyed Leia questions.
Leia leaned back against the table.
"Are you and Ziva good friends? I mean as the only two women around here?"
"Yes, of course we are!"
"How come you guys have a Mossad-officer in you team?" Leia went on, her eyes showed clearly more interest in this question, but Abby did not seem to notice.
"Well, she came her as a liaison officer. But then she went back to Israel and her father sent her on a suicide mission. We saved her, so now she is ours."
"Her father sent her on a suicide mission?"
"Yeah, he is the Director of Mossad. He is a really mean guy."
"So Ziva is the daughter of the Director of Mossad? Really?"
"Hmm." Abby nodded. Then one of the computers made a sound and Abby turned towards it. When she had taken a look a the results, she turned back to Leia. Only the girl was no longer there.
Strange, Abby thought, as she turned back to her computer.
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"Gibbs! You will never know what I found!"
"Calm down, Abs." Gibbs put his hands on Abby shoulders as she was literally bouncing up and down.
"Now, go." He said when she finally stood still.
"Leia Revers walking in on that murder, that was no coincidence."
"What do you mean?"
"I am pretty sure she knew the corporal, she stayed on his base, trained with his unit."
"She knew him. She said so in her statement."
"Oh, well." Abby's face momentarily clouded.
"Anyway, still it is know coincidence she walked in on it. The laptop we took from Kid Miller? He was supposed to kill corporal Andrews, as however ordered the kill knew Leia would be following him. She was the intended target."
"Show me."
"Here." Abby walked over to her screen, where an email was displayed.
"They had expected Leia to protect the corporal, her getting away was not part of the plan."
"They expected her to fight against three armed men? Who would attack in such situation instead of backing off?"
"Ziva." Abby's answer sounded. Gibbs had already turned away, without saying a word.
Review! - MNMmie
A/N: Some things this fic come from my imagination only. Please, do not sent me reviews saying I got a fact wrong. Better tell me what you think of the story.
A/N2: Title only makes sense if you have read the whole story. Lucky for you, the next chapter is already posted.